Bobbie: I need a life.
Jonathan: Get a job.
Bobbie: I don't want a job. I want you.
Jonathan: I'm taken, by me. Get out of the house, do something useful, Goddammit.
Lou Peckinpaugh: You said on the phone last night, sir, that you thought that I could be of some service to you.
Jezebel Dezire: Just how good is your service?
Lou Peckinpaugh: I try to satisfy.
Jezebel Dezire: Do you charge by the hour or by the satisfaction?
Jezebel Dezire: Won't you join me in a little drinkie? What's your pleasure?
Lou Peckinpaugh: Uh, what you got there looks good.
Jezebel Dezire: I know... but I thought you'd like a little drink first.
Maria: I look like a... slut.
Ariel Gustafson: But a very nice slut.
Handsome Stranger: This is a seven-shot six-shooter, and I had it especially made.
Charming Jones: Why?
Handsome Stranger: Why?
Charming Jones: Yeah.
Handsome Stranger: I dunno.
Lucky Jackson: Where you from, Rusty?
Rusty Martin: Dubuque.
Lucky Jackson: Well whaddya know, I've never been there myself, but its interesting that you're from good old Dubuque.
Rusty Martin: Before you get too attached to 'good old Dubuque', we moved there from Chillicothe, Ohio.
Rusty Martin: Chillicothe, Ohio, well, how about that, I've never been there either.
Rusty Martin: I heard about your money, Lucky, I'm sorry.
Lucky Jackson: It's only money.
Rusty Martin: Only money! Do you realise how hard it is to earn money?
Lucky Jackson: But I won it.
Lucky Jackson: Look Rusty, I thought maybe you and I could go dancing or something.
Rusty Martin: So you wanna go dancing?
Lucky Jackson: Or something.
Rusty Martin: You answer it and if it's anybody, I don't want to speak to him.
Rusty Martin: Can you help me, please?
Lucky Jackson: Can we help you? Yes ma'am.
Rusty Martin: Can you check my motor, it whistles.
Lucky Jackson: I don't blame it.
Rusty Martin: What does he need a gun for?
Lucky Jackson: To shoot you if you don't get outta the way.
